I remember

ByMoyo Okediji

I remember when I was a curator at the Denver Art Museum from 1999-2008.

One of the highlights of my days in Denver was the opening of the African art gallery designed by Daniel Libeskind, (aka Best Architect in the World).

All the walls in the gallery, and the entire museum, slant in or out. There isn’t a ninety-degree wall in the entire museum.

The newspaper photographer asked me to lean back on the gallery wall to demonstrate the angle of slanting to their readers.

And, well, I obliged.

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When a man is talking.

ByMoyo Okediji

“When a man is talking, the woman must shut up,” the young bricklayer was yelling. His colleague confirmed, “Yes, this is man to man talk. You need to keep quiet and let us settle this matter.”

My jaw was hanging in disbelief. I’ve been away too long from Nigeria. Nobody spoke to and about women like this when I was growing up. Now these young men drooling blasphemous vomit, where did they drop from? Am I hearing these statements, or am I dreaming? Is it just my imagination, or what?

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It saddens me.

ByMoyo Okediji

It saddens me.

It saddens me a lot that the southern people are not able to understand the urgency of the situation they are involved in.

Those you call the Fulani herdsmen, or the Fulani people—they are the Taliban.

Please read the last line again.

Those you call Fulani herdsmen are the Taliban.

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ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY, 1981 (Part Thirty-One)

ByMoyo Okediji

Rape?

That was the last thing on my mind although it was clear to me there was something amiss about Gina. I was lost for words. My body felt numb.

It was an experience I could not imagine as a man. All I could think of was how humiliating it must have felt for a person you didn’t want to pin you down and force entry into your body.

I sat there for a long time and could not utter a word. I could not find any statement of consolation to bring calm to Gina. She looked paralyzed. It seemed the best thing to do at the moment was not to say anything. Perhaps by not saying anything, I could pretend it did not happen.

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